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Vasko Popa, “Before the Game”

BEFORE THE GAME Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves See that there are cuckoo’s eggs Shut then the other eye Squat and jump Jump jump high high On top of yourself Fall then with all your weight Fall for days on [...]

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Toenails, Jorge Luis Borges

Soft stockings coddle them by day and nail-bossed leather shoes buttress them, but my toes refuse to pay attention. Nothing interests them but emitting toenails, horny plates, semi-transparent and elastic, to defend themselves–from whom? Stupid and mistrustful as they alone can be, they never for a moment stop readying that tenuous armament. They reject the [...]

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Russell Edson: Oh My God, I’ll Never Get Home

A piece of a man had broken off in a road. He picked it up and put it in his pocket. As he stooped to pick up another piece he came apart at the waist. His bottom half was still standing. He walked over on his elbows and grabbed the seat of his pants and [...]

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Hell, a prose poem by Peter Johnson

Hell “If you want to understand the social and political history of modern man, study hell.” – Thomas Merton It’s probably like the excitement of your first cigarette, but it lasts forever, that dizzying nausea — the Unknown: with imitation human heads on their buttocks, bats leaping from black books, dragon tails waving, monkey glands [...]

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#8: SCREED FROM LOS OSOS…THE SENTIMENTALITY OF A STRANDED SEAL…R.I.P. PEPÉ

It was a few days after Las Vegas so our frayed nerves were still raw as we tried to get back to ‘normal’ while we were enjoying the first stint of laid-back camping on the California Coast. Los Osos, the name of a quaint water-edge town what meant the bears, but of course the last [...]

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Ape by Russell Edson

Ape You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I’ve had enough monkey, cried father. You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother. I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve [...]

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Your new penis is waiting for you Can you imagine that you are healthy? Things happen: Let your house help Earn money with pleasure Of be endless harinder dicomed bettenhausen evens xiphydriid picht dwang cycles petiolata fluxility photoste hexathlon disoriented tepefies eischens slitless rubbly Wake up y0ur Johnson. militant Can you NOT afford to have [...]

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